A life of financial freedom

"I smiled triumphantly, and then smiled triumphantly..."

Leaving the company, the sun was shining brightly, Zhong Tingyue hummed a song, and a curve was drawn at the corner of her mouth.

"You seem very happy?"

"Is it so obvious?"

"..."

It's all written on her face...

Chu Fang asked: "Where are you going after work?"

"Well..." Zhong Tingyue pondered for a few seconds, "Do a manicure."

Hearing this, Chu Fang persuaded: "Don't, the original nails are so beautiful, the manicure is not good-looking."

He didn't think that the manicure was beautiful, and the fancy ones, with beads inlaid on them, would affect daily life.

Pure natural nails are the best, white with a faint red.

Zhong Tingyue: "Really?"

"Of course." Chu Fang pulled the other's arm and showed it, saying: "Your fingers are long, and after the manicure, they are even longer, like you learned the Nine Yin White Bone Claw."

He likes Zhong Tingyue's hands very much, they are smooth and tender, just like the skin of a child, and the jade fingers are slender.

"If that's the case... then I'll do it." Zhong Tingyue stiffened his neck, and suddenly thought of something, the corner of his mouth tilted, and he lowered his voice and said: "Don't you want to try the 'taste' of manicure?"

Huh?

Chu Fang was stunned for a moment, and then thought that when living in the world, maybe sometimes you should try new things, so as not to be like an antique.

He nodded his head vigorously.

He wanted to try.

Zhong Tingyue rolled his eyes in return, full of disdain.

Men, sometimes they are so easy to deal with...

At the nail salon, the waiter brought out various nails for Zhong Tingyue to choose from. Chu Fang wanted a more ostentatious nail, with long nails in bright red and gemstones on them, the kind that practiced the Nine Yin White Bone Claw. If you get touched, you will either die or be injured. Just thinking about it makes you feel excited, like licking blood from a knife.

Zhong Tingyue chose a more low-key nail, and the two sides suddenly quarreled. She scratched Chu Fang and reminded him: "I do the nail, not you."

"Do we still have to distinguish between you and me?"

"This matter must be divided."

"No, you must do the Nine Yin White Bone Claw package."

Sir, ours is a light luxury French nail package, not the Nine Yin White Bone Claw... ...The waiter next to him pulled the corner of his mouth.

"No."

Chu Fang crossed his arms: "Then I'm angry."

"If you talk more, believe it or not, I will arrange the Nine Yin White Bone Claw package."

What's wrong with you two as a couple? Randomly naming our manicure packages? Impolite, right?

After threats, Chu Fang finally compromised.

There was no way. This woman really dared to do manicure for him. How could he face people when the time came...

Girls are troublesome. Manicure takes several hours. Chu Fang sighed.

"Young man, you sighed now?" Several male compatriots were sitting next to him, all waiting for their girlfriends or wives to do manicures. One of the middle-aged men smiled and said, "You are not married yet. You will know what sighing looks like after you get married."

Chu Fang asked, "Why?"

"As the old saying goes, marriage is the beginning of entering the grave." The middle-aged man's face fell, "Love is one thing, and marriage is another. Love is sweet and sweet, and the air feels fresh, but after marriage, everything changes and becomes dull..."

The middle-aged man immediately began to talk about his experience after marriage. It was simply a miserable life. Not only was he exploited by his boss during the day, but he was also oppressed by his wife when he returned home, which made him breathless.

"You are very unhappy, right?" Just then, a fat middle-aged woman came over and said to the middle-aged man.

"Hehe... No..."

The couple left, and looking at the middle-aged woman who weighed about 160 to 170 kilograms, Chu Fang deeply felt that the middle-aged man was indeed "oppressed" and couldn't breathe.

"What are you looking at?" Zhong Tingyue, who had also finished her manicure, asked.

"Nothing." Chu Fang slowly retracted his gaze, pulled over the pair of thin hands, and couldn't help but sigh in amazement.

I saw that Zhong Tingyue's hands were like rare works of art, with slender and elegant fingers, and a small section of manicure extended from the fingertips, with a miniature of the starry sky painted on it. On the deep blue background, there were stars, like the bright stars in the night sky, mysterious and charming.

"Your manicure..."

Zhong Tingyue asked: "How is it?"

"Masturbation is indeed quite romantic."

"You are going to die." Zhong Tingyue's pretty face was faintly flushed.

"You clearly said that, why are you blaming me?"

Sometimes I feel that women love to make trouble for no reason, it was obviously his own initiative, but Chu Fang said it out loud, but he wanted to blame him.

The two left the nail salon and stepped into the warm winter sunshine.

Not long after walking, they saw a long queue of Internet celebrity milk tea shop. Zhong Tingyue poked him: "Hey, let's go to queue up."

"Are you sick?" Chu Fang glanced at him, "Is there any difference between the taste of the Internet celebrity milk tea shop and other milk tea shops? Do you have to queue up?"

"I want to taste it."

"No."

Chu Fang didn't want to queue up.

In this life, the thing he hates most is queuing, which always makes him feel upset.

Even when eating in college, he never queued up, but chose to avoid peak hours and wait until there were fewer people to eat.

"You are sitting, and you don't have to stand."

"Hey, that makes sense." Chu Fang thought about it.

Indeed!

He queued up in a wheelchair, while others stood in line. Compared with the two, Chu Fang suddenly felt a sense of "superiority".

It's like Monday, when others go to work but I don't have to. The contrast between the two is so refreshing.

My buddy is different from you!

The two of them immediately lined up. The line in front seemed endless. The people queuing were all relatively young and in groups of three or five.

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue chatted, and they didn't feel tired after queuing for more than half an hour.

When they arrived at the door of the store, Chu Fang asked for a cup of coconut milk tea, while Zhong Tingyue asked for the most classic pearl milk tea.

After leaving the milk tea shop, Zhong Tingyue took a sip and suddenly remembered something: "This is my first cup of milk tea in autumn."

"So do you like autumn tea more?"

"Autumn... Autumn... ...” Zhong Tingyue nodded and wanted to repeat it, but after saying one word, she felt something was wrong. The sound of the last word disappeared, and her red lips moved. As an "old driver", she understood the meaning of the sentence at once, and rolled her eyes at Chu Fang: "Oh, your racing skills have improved."

Chu Fang smiled: "No, no."

Suddenly, he felt a little pain in his stomach and said: "I want to go to the bathroom, you wait here."

Zhong Tingyue took out a few pieces of toilet paper and stuffed them into his hand, asking: "Do you want me to help you?"

"It's okay, my feet have been much better, I can do it alone." Chu Fang shook his feet. He was not so useless, and he could still complete his daily life. It's just that Zhong Tingyue was around, so he always wanted to order her around and take advantage of her. "I'm going to the men's bathroom, what's wrong with you going there?"

He immediately drove the electric wheelchair to the public toilet, and Zhong Tingyue waited for him on the side of the road.

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